It the first days of winter in Sydney. It’s cold. I love it. There is something comforting and cosy that cold season carry, something peaceful and slow. Warm clothes, blankets, hot cups of tea and winter cooking in the house indicate that winter is here.
With this season come good memories. I think it the one thing I miss a lot from Russia, a proper winter with a good snow and cold. The feeling when you walk it to the warm home after being in the freezing outside, is invaluable. Immediate instinctive appreciation and satisfaction flows through your body, followed by so desired hot cuppa.